It was one of those really hot days in the summer when they said you should keep an eye out for the young and the elderly so I went to visit my grandmother. She was at my aunt’s house alone and my schedule was flexible, so I’d likely had a random day off during the week.
She was dressed in one of those nightgowns synonymous with aging, a mumu I think they’re called, watching TV and she seemed content. It wasn’t until we got back into the car to leave that my boyfriend, who was with me at the time, realized that she was inside without any type of air or fan. If you know anything about Black grandmothers they’re often not too keen on air conditioning.
So, we stopped into one of those bargain stores not too far from my aunt’s house, purchased an old school box fan and went to set it up for her back at the house. She talked about that day like she was happy that we’d thought about her in that way. Happy that we came back, happy we even stopped in, in the first place.Read More